Pandora's Toy
written by:
mcerotic

I put a throwaway line in "Pandora's Box" about her wanting a toy. A boy or a girl, not a vibrator. Several of you wanted me to write it. So here we are...

The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen naked reached down beneath her body, grabbed my cock, and directed it into her opening. She sank down slowly and slid her cunt onto my cock.

"Oh Pandora, you are so warm, wet and welcoming."

"I still can't believe I have a second husband."

Pandora wasn't technically my wife. She was married to our next-door-neighbor Tom. But we had what most people would consider an unconventional arrangement. Pandora was my second wife, and my wife Juliet was Tom's. We would regularly spend a night with our second wives. By tradition, "girls played at home" and Juliet would stay at our house and get a visit from Tom, and I would go next door to spend the night with Pandora. Occasionally, usually when we'd all had a bit much to drink, we'd all pile into one bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs. With two girls and three holes each, we'd have plenty to keep us all occupied until dawn.

Although Pandora was in sales, when she'd been younger she'd been a model. Her husband could have been too, well over six feet with the athletic body that comes from being a contractor. I was a lawyer, and my wife was a primary school teacher. We were not bad looking, but when it came to attractiveness, Tom and Pandora won easily.

I looked her body up and down. We always made love with the lights on since it would be a shame to hide her body from my gaze. She had large firm breasts. My hands were cradling them as she moved her hips, slipping my cock back and forth inside her tight body.

"Do you want me to do you anally?" I said. "I know how much you love that."

"Not tonight. Tonight I'm making love to you. Anal is too much like fucking."

Sometimes, like tonight, Pandora would insist on going on top and being in control. She liked to feel that she was making love to me. Other times she liked to be on her back and feel that I was making love to her. When we wanted to feel raw and rough, I'd take her anally. In fact, I'd had her anally before I ever penetrated her pussy, which I'd never done with any girl before. As I said, we had an unconventional relationship.

I started to thrust my hips up in time with her movements, pushing my cock as deep inside her as I could.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "You've got the perfect sized cock."

Her husband Tom had an enormous cock. It was too big for her to have anal sex unless she'd already had my cock in there to blaze the trail. I don't have a small cock, except in comparison to Tom. Pandora had told me before that it was perfect, not too big, not too small. The Goldilocks of cocks.

She squeezed her pussy muscles around my cock. She was strong, and once she squeezed me I couldn't last long. When she was ready for me to cum, she'd grip me, and then when I was very close she'd rub my nipples. My body would explode into her.

"I'm close," I said.

"I know," she said. "You feel familiar now. I can tell."

"I remember..." I started to say.

"Shh," she said. "Let your cock do the talking. Cum for me."

She reached down and put her hands on my sides, then she rubbed both my nipples hard with her thumbs. I felt the first warm spurt of cum fire deep inside her.

"Oh yes, fill my cunt up."

She moved her hips slowly, but she was squeezing me so tight that my orgasm just kept going and going and I pumped myself empty into the depths of her vagina.

She rolled off me and we wrapped our arms around each other. I pulled her against me, enjoying the feel of her breasts against my chest. We kissed. I dearly loved my wife, but spending the night with Pandora was a special treat that I would never tire of.

"I'm feeling naughty," she said.

"Like how?"

"I think I want a toy."

"A vibrator? We can buy you one online. Or I'll take you to the store if you want the in-person experience."

"Not that kind of toy. A boy toy."

"How are you going to get one?"

"I don't know. A toy girl might be better. Then we could all do her."

"I'm not sure how we get a girl either."

She laughed. "I know. I was just fantasizing. But wouldn't it be hot? We get a local student over to babysit."

I laughed. "But none of us have any children yet."

"Shit. It's a fantasy. We could get a dog or something. Then one of us seduces her. Or both of us. Then the others do her too. I'm going to imagine it next time I touch myself."

I turned out the light. In the morning Pandora would probably suck me to get me hard, then want anal. Then the four of us would go to brunch. We would often meet friends at the same brunch spot, and it was extra fun knowing that our friends had no idea that the two married couples they were talking to had spent the night coupled differently from how they imagined.

Later that week I came home from work.

"Hi," Juliet said.

"Hi," I said, kissing her. "I've got to go out of town next week."

"Where?"

"To Vegas. I have to go on a course there."

"It has to be that week?"

"Yes. They only run the course once a year."

"Pity. A couple of weeks later and I'd be off for spring break and I could come too."

"I'm sure Tom will give you a fantasy to do. You know how you love doing his fantasies."

"When I masturbate. Or for real."

"Both. You love to masturbate first, imagine how it will be. And then when he does whatever the first step of the fantasy is, invite you to go clothes shopping or whatever, you get so excited. Then you experience it for real."

"I truly love doing it for him. But it's not the same as a few days in Vegas."

"Plant the idea with him to take you to Vegas during spring break."

"You wouldn't mind? If I went away for a few days with him? It would be another big step."

"No. I know you love Vegas from the couple of times we went before...well, back when we had a conventional married life."

"We're so lucky," she said. "Sometimes I feel I ought to pinch myself to make sure it's not a dream. Maybe Pandora can go to Vegas when you're on your course."

"You might be right. I know she's been on overnight trips there before. I think she has some accounts there."

It turned out that her territory did include some accounts in Vegas, so with only a little bit of re-arranging her calendar, she could come with me. Her company would pick up her room, which saved me some money from my own pocket. But she actually knew someone who knew someone from modeling days, and when we arrived we were upgraded to a suite. I'd never stayed anywhere like it. A large living room with sofa and a dining table and a bar, a bedroom with a huge bed and a mirror on the ceiling, a bathroom the size of a normal hotel room with a huge walk-in shower and a hot-tub.

I put my arms around her as we stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows looking at the view of the Strip. The bed was looking welcoming. Downstairs there was a selection of wonderful restaurants and bars. Neither of us had to do any work until the next morning when my course started and she had her first account call.

Pandora took her clothes off. Naked she walked across the room and stood in the window.

"This feels so naughty," she said. "But no-one can see."

"Maybe there's a guy across the way with binoculars."

"I suppose. But I don't care. I'm not ashamed of my body."

"Shit, you have the most incredible body. You should be whatever word means more proud than proud."

"Get your clothes off and come and join me," she said as she walked into the huge bathroom.

There's something very comfortable being in a hot tub with a beautiful naked woman. When she got too hot, she got out and sat on the side. She spread her legs. That was all the invite I needed. I crossed the tub, still in the water, and started to kiss her legs. I worked my way up one thigh from her knee until I was close to her pussy. Then, I teased her by going back and starting again at her other knee. Finally I planted little kisses on her fleshy outer lips, avoiding the sensitive pink folds that peeked out from her slit.

I could feel her excitement building, the tension at being made to wait until I granted some relief by finally running the tip of my tongue the length of her pink labia. She gasped. I used my fingertips to open up her pussy. Her clit stood out, hard and excited and eager for my tongue. But first I went lower and pressed the tip of my tongue into her, tasting the nectar of her arousal. She let out little whimpers of pleasure as my tongue swirled around in her entrance. Finally, I let the tip of my tongue slide back up between her inner labia, and slowly approached her clit. Her body was taut as a drum. When my tongue finally touched her, she let out a loud, long moan of relief.

My tongue started to dance on her clit. I worked a finger into her, not into her pussy, but into her ass. I knew it was her favorite combination, having her clit licked and her ass finger-fucked. Now we'd been together so many times, I could tell almost to the instant when she would cum. She was getting close. I licked her clit harder, and I pushed the entire length of my finger into her ass. She came on the spot. Her body froze for a split second, her ass squeezed my finger, and then she was moaning with joy as her body was consumed by her orgasm. I glanced up. Her eyes were shut, her mouth was gasping for air. As her orgasm faded away, I pulled my finger out of her. I stood up, leaned forward, and kissed her perfect nipples.

"That was the perfect aperitif," she said.

"Let's go and have a real one."

"Good idea. The bed will still be here all night."

"This is Vegas. So will the bar."

"True," she said laughing. "But let's go and get a drink and some dinner."

She was soon in a black cocktail dress. It had nostalgic memories for me since it was the dress she wore the night we first fucked, when we started in the car and then went to a motel for a couple of hours. I wore a polo shirt and khakis, almost a Las Vegas uniform for men my age.

We sat down at what seemed like the nicest bar in the casino. The bartender, who was one of those hipsters with a mustache and a waistcoat, soon had two cocktails in front of us.

A girl slipped onto the stool beside me. I turned to look at her. She was slim and athletic, medium height, not much boob-wise. Dark hair tied back. Early twenties, I guessed. I thought she might be a ballet dancer, although ballet is a bit classy for Vegas.

"Hi," I said, just being friendly. "What brings you to Vegas?"

"Guess," she said.

"Well, not gambling then. That would be too obvious. Unless you're a professional poker player. They never look like professional poker players."

She laughed. "No, not that. I had an audition."

"For a topless show, I hope."

"I think I'd fail the audition for a topless show," she said laughing. "I don't have much top, as it were. No, at Cirque du Soleil."

"You're a dancer?"

"Not really. More of an acrobat. I was a gymnast in school."

"Did the audition go well?"

"I think so. I'm going to celebrate with a drink anyway. I've not let myself drink for the last month. They're sending me to Montréal for training. I still have to make it through the course but I'm on my way."

"Montréal?"

"Yes. That's where Cirque is headquartered and where all the cast members are checked out and learn the basics, before being assigned to a show."

"Let me buy you your celebratory drink." I signaled to the bartender and I picked a cocktail off the menu for her.

"I don't get to choose?"

"No, you'd choose some girly drink like a Cosmo because you don't know any better."

"I'd have had a Laphroaig if I'd not looked at the menu. Or maybe a Hendricks martini."

"I stand corrected. You do know drinks."

"I'll love what you picked anyway. It's alcohol-forward and not too sweet. I'm not a girly girl."

Pandora had been silent until then, watching me chat up the acrobat girl. "I'm Pandora," she said.

"Rebecca," she replied. "Although usually people just say Becca."

"We'd better think up a stage name for your new career," I said.

She laughed. "Is that like my porn name?"

"What's that?" Pandora asked.

"You take the name of your first pet, and the name of the first street you lived on, and put them together. I end up as Bella Barcelona, which isn't actually all that bad."

"Quite presentable," I said. "I guess I'd be...Benji Castle."

"Jack Kennedy," said Pandora. "I think that name's already taken."

"Plus you'd need a strap-on," Becca said. Then she realized she was in a bar talking to strangers. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Sorry if I offended you."

"You'll have to try a lot harder than that to offend us," Pandora said.

"You guys are married?"

"Yes," Pandora and I said together. It was true. The minor detail that we were not married to each other could remain unsaid.

"I want to marry one day."

I wondered if she had a boyfriend. But Pandora was braver and actually asked. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I got dumped. After two years. Part of the reason I'm looking to start something new."

"What's it like in Cirque du Soleil? Lots of hot athletic bodies."

"I've heard there's lots of casual...you know...but I don't know for sure. I've not been there yet."

"Do you like casual sex?" Pandora asked. I suddenly realized that there was a possibility of getting her wish for a toy girl to come true.

Becca paused, obviously a little unsure about whether to answer such a personal question. Finally, she just said, "Yeah."

"So do I," Pandora said.

"But you're married," Becca blurted out before she even thought about what she was saying. She paused. "Sorry...I shouldn't have said that...but how does that work?"

"I'll tell you if you really want to know, but not if you're just making conversation."

"I have to say I'm intrigued. But this is such a weird conversation to be having in a bar with strangers."

"You're right," I said. "Let's go up to our suite. We've got a full bar there."

Pandora looked at Becca, who was clearly wondering if it was wise to go to two strangers' room. "It's alright," she said quietly. "You'll be safe. You can leave if you're ever uncomfortable."

It was the reassurance she needed. "Okay."

We walked into our suite. Becca gasped, never having been in a suite like that before, with the view of Vegas spread out through the window.

"We've got a bar," I said looking at the bottles provided. "But it doesn't rise to Laphroaig or Hendricks. Do you want a Tanqueray martini?"

"Sure."

"I'll have one too," Pandora said.

We sat down. Pandora sat on the sofa with Becca, I sat on the chair facing them.

"So you want to know?" Pandora asked.

"Yes. I'm so young and naïve. I just thought married couples were...well, boring. But in a nice comfortable wholemeal bread kind of way."

"Rule one is that your husband has to know."

"Wow." She turned to me. "You don't mind?"

"I'm not her husband."

She gasped in surprise. "Really? I thought you were married."

"I am. Just not to Pandora."

"But my husband knows I'm here with him," she said.

"But..." Becca was silent for a moment as she re-assessed the situation.

"Not wholemeal bread," Pandora said quietly.

"No. It's...I don't know...perfectly chilled oysters. Aphrodisiac."

"Do you like oysters?"

"I do."

I got up and went over to the phone. I called room service and ordered a couple of dozen oysters.

"What's rule two?" Becca asked.

"Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. You have to let your husband have his adventures too."

"What's your husband doing?"

"I don't know for sure. But he's probably with his wife," she said, nodding in my direction. "He'll give her a fantasy. Are you okay talking about masturbation?"

"Not really. But don't stop. I'll manage."

"So he'll give his wife a fantasy. She has to masturbate to it. Then he'll make it come true once she's imagined it. They both love it."

The oysters arrived and were put on the dining table. We all moved over to the chairs there. I opened a bottle of Champagne and filled three flutes. The perfect accompaniment to oysters.

"Shall we go in the hot-tub?" Pandora said as Becca swallowed the final oyster.

"There's a hot tub in here?"

"Yes."

"But I don't have a swimsuit or anything."

"You can go in naked. We will be. Or you can keep your panties on."

Pandora stood up and without a trace of self-consciousness took her dress off. She reached behind and unclipped her bra and tossed it on the floor with her dress. Then she slipped her panties off. She was naked.

"You have an amazing body. You should be a model."

"I used to be. But the life's too insane after a year or two. Let me see yours."

Pandora was clearly not entirely comfortable but she took a deep breath and did it. She started by reaching behind and unzipping her skirt and taking it off. Then she pulled her top off over her head. She didn't really need a bra, but she wore one anyway. Soon it joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

She stood there in just her panties, yellow boy shorts. "Maybe later," she said. She was going to keep her panties on for the time being.

"You have a wonderful body too. So lithe."

"I thought you were maybe a ballerina when you sat down beside me," I said.

The two women went to the bathroom. I undressed in the living room and then walked naked into the bathroom and joined them. With two naked women in front of me, my cock started to harden. Even through the bubbly water the two girls could see it.

"Do you want to do it?" Pandora said. "Or just watch."

"Oh my god, this is like some weird erotic dream. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before."

"Just watch for now, then come and join in when you're comfortable."

Pandora moved across the hot-tub. I lifted myself up onto the side so that I was out of the water. She wrapped her lips over my cockhead and used her tongue to work me up to full hardness. I surreptitiously glanced over to Becca. She was watching intently. Her hand was under the water and I was pretty sure she was touching herself. Pandora started to put on a bit of a show for Becca, kissing my cock up and down its length, sticking her tongue out and running it around the rim of my knob. Then she took it back into her mouth and started to move her head up and down, fucking me with her mouth.

She lifted her head up and looked over to Becca. "You'll regret it for weeks if you don't do it. You said it's like an erotic dream. You don't want to wake up yet."

Becca slid through the water. Pandora moved to one side. Becca took her place between my legs. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. There is nothing quite so exciting as a girl taking you into her mouth for the very first time. Pandora reached over and started to play with one of Becca's tiny breasts. She was either happy to be touched or was so aroused she didn't even notice.

Becca knew what to do with her mouth. Combined with the eroticism of the situation, I was close.

"He's going to cum," Pandora said, attuned to my body after seeing so many of my orgasms.

Becca kept moving her mouth and her tongue over me, touching all the most sensitive spots. I felt the first blast shoot from my cock into the acrobat's mouth. She calmly carried on sucking me off as I emptied my balls into the back of her throat.

"Share," Pandora said. She moved back beside Becca, took her head in her hands, and kissed her on the mouth. Their tongues played with each other, swirling around in the fruit of my orgasm. They both swallowed and then went back to kissing each other. I reached over and gently rubbed one of Becca's nipples. It was very hard, of course.

Pandora got out of the tub and grabbed a towel. "Let me dry you," she said.

Becca stood up. Pandora dried her, working down from her shoulders to her breasts. When she got to her wet panties, she didn't ask, she simply pulled them over her hips and let them fall to her ankles. Becca casually stepped out of them, naked, as Pandora worked her way down the rest of her body with the towel until she was dry. Becca was shaved, of course, wearing a leotard most days I assumed. Her slit was really obvious, long and deep, so with her athletic body, and small breasts, she looked like the ultimate tomboy, boyish but also very feminine.

Pandora toweled herself dry. I got out and dried too. Nobody said anything, but the three of us walked naked through into the bedroom and got into the huge bed as if we did it all the time. Becca was between us, with Pandora on one side, already kissing her, and me on the other, already starting to get hard again at the promise of the night ahead.

Pandora pulled away from Becca for a moment. "Have you kissed a girl before?"

"Never. But it's like that Katy Perry song."

"You kissed a girl and you liked it."

"Mmm. I did."

"I'm going to kiss your breasts now. I think you'll like that too."

Pandora kissed her on the lips again but then worked her way lower very slowly. Kissing her neck, then her shoulders, then the tops of her breasts. She kissed a spiral around Becca's nipples, gradually getting closer. Finally, she put her mouth over the nipple and gently bit down. Becca gasped in pleasure and, maybe, a little pain. Pandora played around kissing and nibbling first one and then the other nipple. Becca had her eyes closed and was purring with pleasure.

Pandora let her trail of kisses go lower, to Becca's navel and finally to her mound, just above where her slit began. I reached down and put my hand on one of her thighs. She didn't put up the slightest resistance as I pulled her leg towards me. Pandora and I got the first sight of her pussy. And then I couldn't see it because Pandora's mouth was on it. Becca gasped. She'd never kissed a girl, so for sure she'd never been licked by a woman.

I moved down the bed too. Pandora moved over and let me have my turn. I pushed my tongue between Becca's little pink labia and found the entrance to her body. I pushed in as deep as my tongue would allow.

"Oh that's so good," she sighed as I circled my tongue in her opening. I moved my attention a little higher and started to caress her clit with the tip of my tongue. I felt Pandora's hand underneath my chin and I knew she was fingering Becca's acrobatic cunt. I knew Pandora well and I was pretty sure that, once her finger was nice and wet with Becca's juice, that she'd go lower to her favorite hole.

"Oh yes, don't stop, don't stop." Becca moaned. I knew she was close. As I predicted, Pandora moved her finger lower. She roughly forced her finger into Becca's asshole. Becca came on the spot. She let out a howl like a wolf and her hips started to buck. It was hard for me to keep my tongue on her clit. I licked her clit hard and fast as Pandora finger-fucked her ass until Becca finally went limp and lay there almost unconscious.

Finally she opened her eyes. "Wow," she said. "I've never had one like that before. Intense. Volcanic."

Pandora and I moved back up the bed and we all lay there cuddling.

"I suppose you want me to do you now?" Becca said to Pandora.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I do want to."

"You might never get an opportunity again," I said.

Becca laughed. "That's not a good reason, but I'll take it."

She moved down the bed as Pandora spread her legs wide. Becca moved between them. For sure she'd never seen another pussy up close and personal like that. But she was brave. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over Pandora's lips as if she were tasting some strange new fruit, which, in a way, she was.

Pandora reached down with both hand and used her fingertips to open up her own pussy. "Can you see my clit?"

"I think so." She moved her tongue to the little pearl. "Yes, just there," Pandora sighed.

Becca started to use the tip of her tongue on Pandora's clit, almost as if it was a fingertip. I guessed she was probably stroking Pandora's clit the way she touched herself when she masturbated. It was working anyway. I could sense Pandora's excitement bubbling up.

"Finger her in the ass," I said. "She loves that."

She lifted her head of Pandora's pussy for a moment, licked a finger, and then lowered her head. The finger she licked crept down between the cheeks of Pandora's beautiful ass. I wondered if she'd ever fingered her boyfriends anally before, or whether this would be another first for her.

"Oh yes, you dirty girl," Pandora sighed as she felt the finger probing her and then slipping inside.

"If you want to be a really dirty girl, then lick it," I said quietly.

That was all the guidance she required. Her tongue slipped off Pandora's clit, slipped along her slit between her lips, over the entrance to her body and down between her cheeks. She pulled her finger out and replaced it with her tongue.

"Oh I love it, I bet you've never been such a dirty girl before."

Becca attacked Pandora's asshole with enthusiasm, probing it until it relaxed enough to get her tongue up inside. Pandora pulled her knees up to her chest to give Becca all the access she could want. Becca moved one hand so that she could rub a fingertip on Pandora's clit as she used her tongue to fuck her ass.

I could tell Pandora was right on the cusp. Her body froze for a split second and then she gasped loudly as her orgasm burst into her body.

"Keep going Becca," I said as the saves of Pandora's orgasm washed over her. She kept spiraling her tongue in Pandora's ass as her finger rubbed her clit hard and fast. Finally, Pandora pushed her away once her clit got too sensitive. Becca moved back up the bed. Pandora grabbed her, pulled her over and kissed her hard.

"Thank you. You were perfect."

"I've never done that before."

"Licking a girl?"

"Never. Nor licking an asshole. Fingering a clit. Making a girl cum. I thought it would be weird but it's thrilling."

"Have you ever done anal?"

"No. It's scary."

"Do you want to try it? He's very gentle."

"I guess if I'm being a dirty girl tonight, I should go all the way."

"Good girl. But in the meantime, let's go down and have dinner. I've not eaten anything except a few oysters since this morning. Well, and your pussy. I ate that. Great fun, but not very nourishing."

We all got out of bed and went through to the living room where our clothes were all in little piles on the floor. We got dressed. Since Becca's panties were in the bathroom and soaked, she had to wear her skirt with no underwear. We went down to the restaurant.

Everything had all happened so fast that we'd barely had a normal conversation before we were all naked in the hot tub. So it was good to get to know our new friend. Or Pandora's toy, as I thought of her.

She turned out to be 24. She'd been a gymnast in high school and then at university. But there was a specialized circus school in the town so she'd learned a lot of acrobatics, to walk a tightrope, to perform on the Russian bars, and other things that were not the sort of thing you did in competitive gymnastics, but which leveraged those skills.

As a woman, Pandora could ask her about her sex life without her feeling threatened in any way.

"Have you had a lot of boys?" she asked. I glanced down. Hidden from the rest of the room by the tablecloth, Pandora was slipping her hand up Becca's skirt to where her pussy was bare. Becca had a problem keeping a normal face as Pandora's finger reached its destination.

"I'm not sure what counts as a lot. I was a virgin when I went away to college. Once I got there I had my fair share of boyfriends. A few relationships that didn't last more than a few months. Some one-night stands."

"Do you like one night stands?"

"I love them. I mean...I love relationships too, but a one-night stand can be so perfect. Sex non-stop all night. No relationship complications. Maybe go out for breakfast or lunch. And that's it. Like tonight."

"How are we doing?"

"You get gold medals. No competition that it's the best sex of my life. The most erotic, anyway. And I haven't even been fucked yet."

"So you had a relationship for a couple of years, you said?"

"Yes, I got together with him just before we graduated. We lived together for nearly two years. Then he dumped me for a girl with huge breasts. Didn't do much for my self-confidence boob-wise."

"I love your little ones," I said. "Perfection comes in small packages."

"Thanks, I guess. I'm okay about them. I couldn't be an acrobat with huge ones, it doesn't work."

"Are you ready to be fucked?" Pandora said. "Actually, I can tell with my finger. You are really wet. Have you ever been out in a skirt without panties?"

"Never. It feels erotic but also...I feel so vulnerable. As if I'm suddenly going to drip on the floor or something."

"Let's go upstairs again."

A short time later we were all back in bed, with not a stitch of clothes between us.

"You get him hard," Pandora said, "and I'll get you ready."

I moved up the bed and Pandora took my soft cock in her hand and started to stroke me. Meanwhile, Pandora moved down the bed and started to lick Becca's pussy. As my cock got harder, Becca took it into her mouth.

Once I was rock hard, I moved down the bed. Pandora moved out of the way. To my surprise, Becca pulled her legs back up towards her chest, then she kept going until she was bent double with her legs under her armpits. I'd never been with someone so flexible. Of course in that position her pussy was on offer, almost obscenely exposed. Pandora grabbed my cock and guided it into her toy's pussy. Becca sighed with pleasure as she felt my cock slip into her cunt.

I started to fuck her, thrusting slowly but firmly into her. She closed her eyes and just reveled in the feelings. Becca released her legs from under her arms and put them on my shoulders. There were definitely some interesting pluses about fucking a flexible acrobat.

But Pandora wasn't going to let Becca get away without giving up her favorite hole. I pulled out of Becca, and Pandora rolled her onto her front. She spread her cheeks and started to lick Becca's asshole, while Becca squirmed around not entirely comfortable at what was happening and probably apprehensive about what she knew would happen next. Pandora worked a finger into Becca's ass and worked it in and out until it moved easily. Then she worked a second finger in. She spat on her hand and rubbed the saliva on my cockhead. Then she tugged gently on my cock. I moved and bent my body over Becca. Pandora guided my cockhead so that it was pressed against Becca's tight pucker. I pushed. Her asshole distended and my knob started to vanish.

"Fuck, that's extreme," Becca panted.

Pandora slipped her hand under her body and started to rub Becca's clit to relax her. I gradually worked my cock into her ass. I went slowly, Pandora had promised I'd be gentle. So I didn't do it how Pandora likes, with a first course of pain to be followed by a main course of ecstasy. Eventually, the whole length my cock was fully in her, and soon after it started to move more easily. Becca started to moan with pleasure once her body was relaxed enough to replace the intensity of penetration with pure enjoyment.

It wasn't that long ago that I'd taken my wife's anal virginity with Pandora's help and guidance. Now, we were doing it again to a new virgin. She was tight around my cock.

"He's close," Pandora said. "He's going to cum in your ass, you dirty girl."

"Oh yes," she gasped, "Degrade me. I'm such a dirty girl. Defile my ass."

I injected the first shot of cum deep into Becca's rectum.

"Oh he's cumming in you," Pandora said to Becca.

I kept moving my hips, pumping myself empty into the little acrobats tight body. I pulled out before the last final squirts since I knew Pandora would want them. She loved to suck a cock that had come straight out of another girl's ass, or even her own. She wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked up the last few drips of my cum. Becca rolled onto her back and lay there watching Pandora suck me.

Once we all had our breath back, we walked through into the living room, and I made us all another drink. Nobody bothered with any clothes, we just sat around naked. Becca crossed her legs, like women do, but Pandora told her she wasn't allowed to keep her knees together, so she casually let her legs fall apart a little, not wide but enough that she wasn't keeping her pussy a hidden secret.

"Do you want to stay the night?" Pandora asked.

"Can I? Yes please."

"There probably won't be more sex. We have to be up early to go to work tomorrow."

"That's fine. I'm exhausted from being the center of attention anyway."

"Yes. You were the perfect toy for us."

Becca laughed. "You make me sound like a dildo."

Once we all finished our drinks, we went to bed and slept for the few hours that were left of the night. Pandora had to get up early since she had a breakfast meeting with a client across town. Becca and I got up soon after and I took her down to breakfast. My course started at a more reasonable hour.

"Unlock your phone," I said. She did and then she passed it to me. I texted myself. Then I added Pandora's number too.

"Are you going to see me again?" she asked.

"Do you want us to?"

"Of course."

"I thought you liked one-night stands. That they were perfect."

"This was even more perfect. But I don't want it to be just one night."

"We'll fly you out to visit. You can meet Pandora's husband."

"What about your wife?"

"Her too."

"Are you all going to fuck me?"

"You already know the answer to that. You'll be masturbating about it until you get on the plane."

"Shit yes. I just went for a little quiet drink on my own to celebrate passing my audition. And look what happened to me."

"You loved it."

"I did. I'm not trying to pretend I didn't. It was an experience."

"I have to go I'm afraid. I've got to pick up my badge before the first lecture starts."

"I'd better go up to my unused room and change my clothes."

"I'll walk you to the elevator."

We stood by the elevator, a little embarrassed. We'd done so much together but here in public we couldn't do much more than have a little chaste kiss. I put my hand on her side and let it steal a little stroke of one of her tiny breasts. The elevator doors opened and closed and she was gone.

Pandora and I agreed on the plane home that we wouldn't tell Tom and Juliet about Becca until we were all together. It turned out to be a weekend later that I arranged a barbecue for the four of us.

"You know Pandora wants a toy?" I said.

"Yes. She has a thing about getting a high-school girl into bed with us all," Tom said.

"I'm not going to bed with a high-school girl," Juliet said. "I'm a teacher."

"You're a primary school teacher. She won't be your student."

"She probably was my student when she was 12."

"She'll be 18."

"That just means I don't go to jail. Not that I don't get fired. Anyway, why are we talking about this?"

"We found a toy girl in Vegas."

"What was a high-school girl doing in Vegas? I don't believe you."

"Well, she wasn't a high-school girl, she was a 24 year old Cirque du Soleil acrobat."

Pandora gave the outline of the story but it was clear that neither Tom nor Juliet believed us. They thought we'd just made up a story about how we'd had a huge sexual adventure without them, just to tease them.

"Wait," Pandora said. She went over to their house and came back a moment later. In her hand were the yellow panties that Becca had worn that night, until Pandora had taken them off and left them on the bathroom floor, dripping wet. She put them on the table.

Juliet picked them up. "Well, they're certainly too small to be Pandora's. Maybe they're telling the truth after all."

"Do you want to text her?" I said. "She's called Becca." I found her number and passed the phone to Tom.

"hi becca this is pandora's husband tom. is it true?"

She replied a couple of minutes later. "probably. the truth doesn't need any exaggeration"

Pandora took the phone back. "when do you want to visit? pand"

"i can do the weekend after next"

"i'll buy you plane tickets. from where"

"montreal. cirque haven't thrown me out yet ☺"

So a couple of weekends later I found myself driving to the nearest major airport to get Becca.

"Are you okay with everything?" I asked once we were driving.

"I guess. I've never done something like this. Get on a plane to go and have sex with some people I've never met."

"You don't have to if you change your mind," I said. "Or if you only want to be with Pandora and me again. Or just Pandora. It's your body."

"I want the full experience. I'll be disappointed if my body doesn't want to do it."

We talked about her training in Montréal the rest of the drive. I drove up to our house, opened the garage door, and let it close behind us.

"Kiss me," I said.

I pulled her across and our mouths met. I thought it would be better if she arrived aroused rather than simply nervous. I stroked her little breast through her top. She hadn't bothered with a bra this time.

She broke the kiss. "I can't wait for you to fuck me again."

"Let's go in and meet my wife. She's called Juliet. Like Romeo and Juliet."

The four of us had agreed that Becca would be overwhelmed if we expected her to be comfortable starting off with all four of us at once. So the first evening she would spend with Juliet and me and then she'd go to Pandora and Tom later and spend the night. Then, for the rest of the weekend, we could all be together in whatever combinations took our fancy.

I walked into the kitchen. I knew Juliet was nervous about meeting her. She'd only been with me for years, until Tom became her second husband and she started playing with Pandora a little, her first woman. I introduced Juliet and Becca to each other and made them each a drink. They sat nervously at the bar in the kitchen, not quite sure what to say to each other. Eventually they started to make small talk and things felt more comfortable.

Juliet and I had made a little outline of a plan. I'd take Becca and have a shower with her. She'd been naked with me before so she would be comfortable doing that. While we were in the bathroom, Juliet would get into bed. Then we'd all be naked in bed without a whole load of nervousness around undressing in front of strangers.

"Come and have a shower with me," I said. I took Becca's hand and took her upstairs. I undressed Becca. I could tell she was totally at ease with me after our night in Vegas. Under the shower I took a washcloth and washed her whole body. Being a guy, of course I paid excessive attention to make sure her breasts and pussy were clean. We got out and I dried her with a big towel. We walked into the bedroom. Juliet was already in bed as planned.

"I hear you had fun with my husband in Vegas," she said as Becca slipped into the bed.

"He's an amazing lover," she said. "Thank you for letting him...lending him to me."

"Move over," I said to Becca as I got into the bed behind her. She had no choice but to move very close to Juliet. My wife pulled her the final little distance and kissed her.

"You're welcome," she said. "I want to watch it this time though."

"Get her ready," I said to Juliet, pushing the covers back off the three of us.

Juliet moved down the bed. I could tell Becca was a bit uneasy doing it, but she spread her legs and offered my wife her pussy. I knew it was only the second pussy my wife had ever seen. But she'd had plenty of practice on Pandora, so it only took a moment before Becca was sighing and purring with pleasure. It was an arousing sight. I took Becca's hand and put it on my cock. Almost absentmindedly she stroked me as she enjoyed the feelings radiating from between her legs. I was soon rock hard.

I moved down between her legs. I pushed her legs back all the way to her shoulders. At that angle I could guide my cock into her without even having to touch it. The pink head vanished into the warmth of the little acrobat.

"Oh you feel so good," Becca sighed as I slowly moved my cock in and out of her, working myself in a little bit deeper with each stroke, until my entire cock was buried in her cunt.

I'd told Juliet that Becca liked anal play, so as I started to fuck her, Juliet pushed a finger between her cheeks and found the tight rosebud. I couldn't really see from that angle, but I assumed when Becca gasped that Juliet's finger had gone inside.

I started to fuck Becca harder and faster. I could feel the tension building up in her body, feel certain she would soon cum although I didn't know her well enough to be able to predict it perfectly.

"Oh, I'm going to cum," she gasped. "Aargh," she cried as Juliet roughly pushed a second finger into her ass. I made long hard thrusts into her cunt, pumping her orgasm up to a crescendo before letting her body gradually relax.

"Are you on birth control?" I asked her quietly. I'd only cum in her mouth and her ass before, so the question hadn't arisen.

"Yes. Cum inside me. I mean, if you want to."

She reached up and rubbed my nipples hard. I don't know how she guessed I love that but it took me there. I blasted jet after jet of creamy cum into her body, as she rocked her hips sucking me dry.

We lay there half-asleep for a little bit. When we awoke it was dark. I got out of bed and got a toweling robe.

"Put this on," I said.

"Why?"

I picked up my phone and showed it to Becca so she could see as I typed. I was texting Pandora.

"come and get her"

"omw"

"I've got a warning for you," Juliet said.

"What?"

"Tom is huge. The biggest I've ever seen. It's intimidating."

"Oh my god, really? He's not going to try and...you know...back there."

"No. He won't do you anally. He's too big. Even Pandora can only take him after she's already had my husband in there first to open her up."

A moment later, Pandora walked into the bedroom. She was dressed in one of those combinations that was at once very casual and very hot. Jeans that looked like she had to spray them onto her legs. A top that was tight on her breasts that left a little of her midriff bare. High-heeled sandals that made her even taller than normal. I knew she'd dressed for Becca, to be both approachable and sexy, to set her at ease.

"Come with me," she said. Pandora took Becca's hand and the two of them left, Becca wearing just a short toweling robe with nothing underneath.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked Juliet.

"More than I expected. She's a total stranger. To me, anyway. You spent a night of passion with her already, so you have that special bond that can never be broken. You can never un-fuck someone."

"She's the perfect age. Young but not too young. Had lots of boyfriend sex but never anything more...exotic."

"Plus," Juliet said, "I never taught her in primary school. I've been terrified that somehow Pandora is going to get one of my now-grown-up ex-students into our bed."

"Let's go downstairs and have dinner," I said.

Pandora would give Becca dinner before she shocked her by unzipping Tom and getting out his monster cock and making her suck it. Becca would stay with them until morning. We would all go for brunch together. That was as far as we'd bothered to choreograph the whole performance.

Juliet and I were drinking coffee the next morning waiting for the signal. "brunch" my phone suddenly beeped. We got into my BMW and drove to Tom and Pandora's driveway. The three of them came out. Tom got in the front, the three girls were in the back with Becca in the middle. I glanced in the mirror as I drove off. Pandora and Juliet were already kissing Becca and touching her little breasts. I could sense that Becca loved being the center of attention again, just like she had during our one night in Vegas.

"So Becca," I said as I drove. "Was it bigger than you expected?"

"Oh my god, it was bigger than I thought possible."

"Did you get it in?"

"I nearly gave up. I'm only small. It's the size of my wrist, nearly."

"I had to be a bit rough," Tom said.

"A bit? You drove it into me like you were splitting logs. It felt like you were splitting me."

"Are you going to be disappointed with my normal-sized one?" I asked.

"Yours is ideal. You're not small. But you're not so impractical."

When we got back from brunch, I decided it was time for Becca to have a little female attention. She'd been with two women now, but always with a man as well. I let Pandora take her off on her own for a few hours. Later that evening we would all have a barbecue as usual. Becca could have a nap after she'd finished making love with Pandora. After all, there were four of us who intended to keep her up for most of the night.

Late afternoon I went over to Tom and Pandora's house. In the bedroom, Becca and Pandora were asleep, their arms wrapped around each other. Presumably they had given each other some soft female pleasures earlier. I sat down on the bed. The movement woke Becca.

"Oh hi," she said.

"Did you have a good afternoon?"

"It was nice. Just us girls. Nothing rough."

"So do you want me to take my clothes off so you can suck me, or would you like me to take you out for an hour for a walk in the forest?"

"Can I be greedy and say both?"

"Of course. Do you want to suck me here, then go for a walk? Or do you want to be naughtier? We go for a walk and find somewhere secluded."

"You mean...I suck you in the forest...outdoors?"

"Yes."

"I've never done anything sexual outdoors. Is it safe?"

"Well, not 100%. But we can be careful."

"I want to try it. What should I wear?"

"Whatever you have in your case that you'd normally wear for a walk. Shorts. Running shoes."

"I suppose you'd like me not to wear a bra."

"Of course. I admit it. But I'm not going to make you do it if you don't want to."

"It's fine. I don't always wear a bra. One of the few advantages of tiny tits is that nobody notices them."

A short time later she was in my car and we were driving to the forest park just outside the town. For such a non-girly-girl she was very pink. Pink shorts, a pink vest. No bra. The vest was a mesh fabric so it was pretty obvious. Her dark areolas were clearly visible.

"I thought you should have a break," I said. "That's why I wanted to take you out to the forest."

"How do you mean?"

"There are four of us. We can keep you having sex twenty-four hours a day. But it will be too much for you."

"I think you're right," she said. "I've not done much else since I arrived here."

We walked away from the parking lot. Most people stuck to walking around the lake. Up the trails that led deeper into the forest there was almost nobody. A tiny path cut up off the main trail and looked promising. We went up there. There was a large fallen tree trunk that screened us from the path below. I stopped. I didn't need to give Becca any instructions. She squatted down, unzipped my shorts, and wrapped her mouth around my cock. I started to get bigger and harder. I reached down, slipped my hand inside her vest, and lightly rubbed one of her nipples.

Some people walked by on the trail below us. They looked up. The trunk blocked their view of Becca completely. If they suspected anything, it would be that I was having a pee. I waved to them as Becca started to take my now-hard cock deeper into her mouth. She had a skilled mouth so it didn't take long for her to get me close.

She lifted her head off my cock. "I want to watch it this time."

"I'll tell you when I'm almost there."

She moved her head back to my cock and started to slide up and down on my cock, working my cockhead with her tongue at the same time.

"Nearly there," I said quietly.

She stood up and wrapped her hand around my cock. She started to stroke me fast. With perfect bad timing another couple walked along the path below us, but the trunk hid what Becca's hand was doing. She was watching my cock so intensely, she didn't even notice. The first jet of cum shot from my cock onto the forest floor. She continued to stroke me as my cock jerked again and again and the leaves at our feet were decorated with a lattice of my cum.

"That's so hot," Becca said as she coaxed the final, weaker, squirts from me. "It reminds me of high school."

"You gave handjobs in high school?"

"A few. That was my limit in those days. I was pretty shy growing up."

"Did you let them finger you?"

"No way. My panties were totally off limits. I let them touch my breasts because...well, I don't really have any, so it seemed silly to make a big deal of it."

"Is there anything you want to try this weekend?"

"I know I'm your toy. So I want to be played with. But I don't have anything special. What should I be trying?"

"Have you ever been tied up?"

"Never. Is it fun?"

"It can be. You'll feel helpless. It takes a lot of trust."

"Then I'd only do it with you and Pandora. I trust you two. I don't really know Tom or Juliet."

"We'd better get back. The others will be annoyed I've taken their toy away."

She laughed. "Somehow it seems like you're the one in charge."

"How do you mean?"

"You picked me up at the airport. You decide when and where I have sex and with who. You decide when and where I sleep. You decide when and where I eat. You brought me to the forest."

"You have a say too, you know."

"I know. But I don't want it. I want to be the perfect toy for you all. And you seem to be the perfect toy-master."

By the time we got back to the house, the other three were outside with drinks getting the barbecue going.

"We were wondering where you were," Juliet said.

"I took her for a walk. She needed a break even though she didn't know it."

"I woke up and she was gone," Pandora said.

Tom laughed. "She was almost reduced to having sex with her husband."

I picked up the bottle of tequila, squeezed some limes and made Becca and me margaritas. We would drink and eat. Later, it would be time to play with our toy again.

We ended up rolling dice to decide who she spent the night with, one guy and one girl. Tom won the guy and Juliet won the girl. So Becca would be spending then night in my bed, but I wouldn't be there, I'd be in Pandora's bed. The next day, Pandora and I would have our turn.

"Do you have any rope?" I asked Pandora as we arrived at her house.

"I've no idea. But Tom's a contractor so he has a ton of random stuff in the garage. Go and take a look."

It only took a moment and I found a spool of thin rope. I cut four lengths and took them up to the bedroom. Pandora lay on the bed, fully clothed, and watched as I tied each piece to one of the corners of the bed, and then hid the rope between the mattress and the base.

"You're going to tie her up?"

"Yes. She wants to try it. I'm going to blindfold her too. Do you have a scarf?"

Pandora got up and found a silk scarf in the closet. I was ready for the next day, ready to give Becca a new experience.

"I've never been tied up either," Pandora said.

"Really? Do you want to try it now?"

"Not now. But one day. This weekend is all about Becca."

Pandora and I got into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms without bothering to have sex. As she had said, we were saving ourselves for Becca. In the morning, we walked back to Juliet and my house. The others were still upstairs, so Pandora and I got eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator and made breakfast. When they still hadn't appeared, I put three cups on a tray and filled them with coffee and went upstairs.

They were sitting up in bed, their faces a little flushed with the look of three people who recently had sex together. I gave them all a coffee and told them there was breakfast downstairs.

They showed up very randomly dressed. Tom had put his jeans back on but no shirt. Juliet had got dressed in the clothes she was wearing the evening before. Becca had put on her panties but not bothered with a top. We all had breakfast together and then sat around the living room, half-naked, having more coffee. Tom turned on the TV to watch the football, so of course we all ended up watching even though the rest of us weren't really interested.

When the game ended, another was about to start. Becca, Pandora and I left back to the other house. In the bedroom, I had an idea.

"Lie on the bed face-up," I said to Pandora.

"Now lie face down on top of her," I told Becca.

I reached under the mattress and found the four ropes. I tied the first one around both Pandora and Becca's wrists. Soon both girls were spread-eagled on the bed, immobilized by the rope, their bodies pressed together. I picked up the scarf and blindfolded Becca. I looked up between the two women's legs to see their two pussies framed between their outspread thighs. From that angle it was probably impossible for me to enter Pandora, but when I fucked Becca, she would feel every thrust anyway.

I raised my hand and brought it down on Becca's ass. Since she was blindfolded, she was completely taken by surprise and cried out. A red handprint appeared on one of her cheeks. I spanked the other cheek to give her a second matching handprint. But I didn't want to spank her hard, she'd be in tears. This morning was not about spanking, but being tied up.

I slipped out of my clothes. My cock was almost hard from the arousing tableau laid out on the bed before me, two women immobilized for my pleasure. I moved onto the bed. Becca could feel my cock resting on the crack of her ass. I moved back and forth a little, using her ass to get myself to full hardness. Then I moved back a little and let my cock fall down between her legs. When I moved forward again, my cockhead pressed into her opening. Once again, unable to see, she gasped in surprise. I pushed forward. She was damp but not really wet enough for me to enter her fully yet. I started to press forward a little and then pull back, knocking on the door to her cunt, as it were. She gradually dissolved and her pussy got wetter and more slippery. Finally I pushed forward hard and my knob disappeared into her little pink pussy. Pandora started to kiss her as I worked my entire length into her. She was moaning continuously now, as I pumped pleasure in between her legs.

I started to fuck her harder, pressing down hard so that the movement of Becca's body was also transmitted to Pandora underneath. Soon Pandora was making little noises of pleasure too, having a girl fucked on top of her while tied up was as new an experience for Pandora as it was for Becca to be fucked while tied up on top of another girl.

I fucked the two girls vigorously, Becca directly and Pandora indirectly.

"He's getting close," Pandora said quietly. "Squeeze him, make him cum inside you."

Becca tightened her vagina onto my cock. A couple more thrusts and I started to cum, my cock pulsing with pleasure as I filled up the smaller girl's cunt.

"Oh yes, you clever little acrobat," Pandora said as she heard me cumming, or maybe felt it. Pandora and Becca kissed as I pulled out. I undid the knots that held them spread out on the bed. Becca sat up and took off the blindfold.

"How was it?" I asked Becca.

"Intense. You can't move. You can't see. It's all feel. Pure, undiluted, sex."

"What about you?" I asked Pandora.

"It wasn't as intense as actually having sex, but pretty close. It felt like both of you were making love to me, not just one of you. I could feel her body on mine, my legs on hers, my arms on hers. I don't think I could really feel it but it felt like her pussy mound was on mine. Then when you started to thrust, I was being pushed down hard onto the mattress too. Sort of like dry humping when I was a teenager, sex with our clothes on. Except that this time we're all naked, obviously."

Tom and Juliet walked in at that moment. They were wearing robes. I guessed that Juliet had found a way to distract Tom from the football. They let the robes fall to the ground and got onto the bed. There wasn't really room for us all, but it felt significant in that it was the first time we'd all five been naked together.

There wasn't any way to really have sex with all of us on the bed, but Tom started to finger Becca's pussy. Pandora reached around and started pinching one of her nipples. I kissed her, driving my tongue into her mouth. Juliet reached across and started to stroke her other breast. We were all playing with our toy. Becca just lay back with her eyes closed and soaked up all the attention. It would probably be the only time in her life she'd be having sort-of-sex with four people simultaneously.

I got up off the bed and went downstairs. I came back with a backgammon set. But I just wanted one die.

"Let's shake the die," I said. "Whoever gets the highest score gets to give Becca her final orgasm before I have to take her back to the airport for her plane to Montréal."

Juliet won. So the rest of us left leaving her with Becca. It was a first for Juliet too, the first time she'd had sex in Tom and Pandora's bed. Since girls stay home normally, she'd only had sex in her own bed.

I came back and hour later. Becca was dozing, half asleep in my wife's arms. Juliet shook her awake. "It's time to go," she said quietly.

Becca put on the clothes she'd been wearing. Juliet and I walked her over to our house. Tom and Pandora were hanging out there, giving a little privacy. Becca slipped out of her clothes without bothering to find any privacy, and put on what she would wear on the plane. The four of us took turns to kiss her passionately goodbye, still in the house out of sight of any prying neighbors.

She got into my car and I drove her to the airport.

"That was the most amazing weekend of my life. Thank you so much. You seemed to be the one who made everything happen. It was like a dream come true."

"You want to visit again, don't you?"

"I do. Except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"It was such an incredible adventure, an experience beyond anything I could imagine. It's hard to imagine it wouldn't be an anticlimax if I come back."

"We'll see," I said. "Meantime, ace your training with Cirque and get a great job in Vegas and we'll come and see you. All of us."

I parked the car in the airport garage and walked her to security. She'd already checked in on her phone during the drive.

I wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her goodbye, and she probably wanted it too, but we had to content ourselves with a brief kiss on the lips. I stood there like a besotted teenager until she'd gone through security. She looked back and waved goodbye. I wondered if I'd ever see her again.

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